Not-Allergy AllergyA Poem by Matyushkin"Doctor, Doctor I'm allergic to my own skin because whenever I look at it gets too thin, it grows scales and thorns pop out in pins. It seems it just don't like me, my own skin," Julie wined with a look, blue. "Of course, this is nothing new," he replied "in fact, it downright hates you. The body is the husband and your mind the shrew; I'm simply a physician, I cannot help you." Terrified, Julie ran from the office and fled Next day with a rope around her neck, was found dead
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